6. 3rd Log -- Captain

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=E6E6E6] Captain! Physical Description : Reference Picture Captain is a stocky dog with a short but sturdy stature. He stands at a meager 48 cm at the top of his shoulders, though weighs in around 60 lbs, most of it being muscle. He has lived a sheltered, spoiled life, but being an active sort he was never intended to get overweight and so has a minimal amount of excess fat on his frame. Surely living on the streets will soon dwindle that to nothing. His legs are short, but thick, muscular and strong. His head is thick and angular, giving his features a sort of boxy shape to them. His ears are wide and triangular, excellent for picking up subtle noises but unused to the task of being as alert as strays and feral dogs might be. His coat, though a heavy mix of black and white verging on blue, is mostly a dark mixture. He has more wiry dark fur than he does white, so even though his coat is peppered through with an even spread of white to counter the dark black-blue he still appears almost gray. Over the top of his head and ears, and ending at the beginning of his muzzle, his fur is a shade darker, very nearly black and lightening along his muzzle and toward his nose. His fur is more or less uniform in color along his body, except for a band of dark fur that covers the base of his tail. His eyes are a dark, deep brown, appearing almost black in shadow and only really showing their color in direct light. Personality Description : Captain can be pretty brusque these days, but only because he is distracted. At any time previous to the happening in Vera Harbor, he would have been friendly and amiable, always with a hello and a wag of his tail. It's very difficult for him to go back to being that happy-go-lucky dog now, however. He's much more cautious, still friendly but in a curt, no-nonsense sort of manner that gives the impression he has far better things to do and far too much think over than to sit around making idle chitchat, which he is. His main concern is his family, one of the lucky ones to have gone into hiding when the canines began their takeover. Having no allegiance to these feral, power hungry dogs, he fled with his human, seeking comfort and safety underground. Here he spends much of his time, tending to only socialize with others who have gone underground as well, and very rarely, only in dire circumstances will he venture onto the surface. The surface, to him, is a very dangerous place. Many of the canines that he knows to roam here are what he considers enemies. They are the ones who have declared war on his family, the ones who have sentenced his pack to a life that is not even a shadow of the one they had once lived, and all because they were jealous of the few who had actual enjoyable lives, at least in his mind. He tries not to socialize with these creatures, if he can help it, and stays around those who are of a like mind with him, only concerned with ensuring the safety of his pack and his human companion. Underneath his guarded worry is still the same jovial creature that he once was, buried under responsibility and determination. Every now and then a little of his old self might appear in a fleeting grin, a twinkle in his dark eye, an unknowing wag of his tail. But no more than that. He is weighed down too heavily to let the playful, almost pup-like side of him emerge, to indulge in play and fun and companionship with those of his kind. He misses the days that he could do that, upon the surface on the beach, but knows better than to seek out those places now. Hoping to see the chaos that has descended on their quiet town put to right, he prays for the day that he can once again live carefree and happy and abandon the responsibility that constantly weighs him down and prevents him from being how he truly knows he ought to be. History Description : Captain was born to a devoted mother and an energetic father. He was the second to the youngest in his litter of seven, and fared well from the beginning. He was a tough little pup, as were his siblings, and their very early childhood was spend getting their motor skills and then using them for play and fun under mother's watchful care and father's sometimes rough insistence, at least until the were of an age to leave their mother's side. Each pup was eventually taken from their mother and given into a new home, Captain's containing a small family composed of a human couple and their two offspring. It was an enjoyable place to grow up, and he loved the attention given to him by the young kids, but, as sometimes happens, the family became bored with their new pet and he was forced to find entertainment himself. At perhaps a little over a year, he began digging his way out of his yard and venturing off around the neighborhood, meeting other dogs and socializing with his kind that he happened to stumble upon. Some people would pen him up and contact his owners, who would drag him back home and secure him in their backyard again, but now that he had determined how to escape it was easy to do so again and again. For months, this continued, until his fun was put to an end when he was captured and taken into a shelter. His owners never came to claim him, and so he was put up for adoption. That month that he was permitted to stay in the shelter was a torturous one, and the humans that he was around were far too experienced with runaways like himself to allow him to slip passed them when they opened his kennel. Only once did he manage to get out, but it was not for very long or far. He was rounded up and quickly corralled again. Eventually he was rescued by an older man with plenty of time to spare, where he was given his name of Captain, and though he occasionally still felt the niggle in the back of his mind to leave and escape under the fence just as he had numerous times before he never did. This home was different. His human was just as energetic and excitable as he tended to, so they were evenly matched. Where the kids of his own family forgot him after at time, this new human took him wherever he was allowed to take him, including on weekly visits to the beach and then onto his human's boat. Captain enjoyed these outings most of all. When the revolution started, he worried. What would become of his small family, the tiny pack that he had formed with his human companion? Like the others, they sought safety below, and live there now, hoping to wait out the war and be allowed to return to their homes. Hoping to speed things up, Captain decided to join those other dogs who went underground with their humans, and is currently trying not to lose faith in their cause and that it will succeed.

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=E6E6E6] Captain's Diary! Purchase One : Plain Blue Nylon Collar Thread One : A quiet voice in the back of my mind said I should have stayed underground with my human, but I had ventured upstairs anyway. I didn't go far, just to the beach nearby our caves, and only to catch my breath. It was perfect there, cool and quiet. At least until Dakota showed up. He was another dog who lived below, called a "dweller." I knew he looked familiar. He told me of a pack he had made, specifically to keep the humans safe. I was all ears. He even offered me a spot with them, so I took it. I hope it'll help me and my human in the long run. We could use all the help we can get. Thread Two : I was back on the beach again, but I wasn't worried so much this time. I had other dwellers who could help me keep watch on my human. I was almost ready to take a nap when another dog showed up, introducing herself as Bruiser and asking for my name. I told her, but I was wary. I needed to find out if she was a dweller or not.